Off the Cuff : “Crazy Train” (Ozzy Osbourne, 1980) Is the Theme Song of Our Times

PREFACE BY JOHN: My column on Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayer (along with Kagan and Jackson), who claims that transgender children—people, mind you, who cannot vote, drink adult beverages, or serve in the military—should have no restrictions on their supposed “right” to “gender-affirming health care” (which is neither healthy nor caring) provoked a bunch of author-affirming responses, and as the Good Lord knows, I crave affirmation. One such pat on the back is reprinted in edited form (so as to ensure anonymity) below. I have titled it…

Teen Girl Discovers New Gender: Trans-trans!

John, you are so right about everything in this column! Since the “transgender” craze became a cause du jour in the media, I have met several people who claim to have a transgender child (or children). In my little corner of the world, my observation is that these claims are totally about attention-seeking, virtue signaling, and really bad parenting. I have also observed—again, in my limited experience—that none of the “transgenders” nor their parents are political conservatives. No surprises there, eh?

The first parent I ever encountered who made this claim about her child (it always seems to be the mother who is “oh so proud” of her “brave” child for deciding s/he is the opposite sex) is a woman I have known for many years. The mother in question was (and still is) a spoiled brat. She was never satisfied with what she had, always wanting more and wanting it RIGHT NOW! She eventually got married and had two children, a boy and a girl. Her son was gifted in many ways and had lots of friends. As such, he got a lot of positive attention, including being accepted to a prestige university and being awarded a full scholarship.

The daughter grew up in her brother’s shadow. When she was 15, she was dumped by a boy and suddenly announced she was male and wished to be called by a masculine version of her actual name. At first, her parents just laughed it off, but she was quite insistent, and eventually, the school got involved. The principal told the parents in no uncertain terms that their daughter was now their son (because she said so). He told the parents (again, in no uncertain terms) they had to climb aboard the crazy train and demanded they contact a “trans-friendly” psychologist for family therapy. The therapist told the parents—again, in no uncertain terms—that they had to accept their daughter for “who she was” and cut themselves off from friends and relatives who refused to accept the child’s crazy claim.

Thus did the daughter get the attention and affirmation she so desperately craved. This nutso fantasy went on for three years. Then, in her senior year of high school, she met a boy she was attracted to, and voila! She was no longer a boy! She began dressing and acting like a girl again and went back to her given name.

Thank God nobody cooperated in giving this vulnerable child “gender reassignment” drugs and surgery during her visit to Bizarro World.

UPDATE ON VANITY PLATES: In a recent post, I asked readers to answer the question, “What is the meaning of a vanity plate if no one but the vehicle’s owner knows what it means?” The answers were hilarious—ALL of ‘em—and spot on with my take, which is that the people in question are unfulfilled narcissists who bask in the attention of being asked, “What does that mean?” They are so smart! Oh, and by the way, a full disclosure: The front plate on my F-250 Turbo Diesel (an environmental disaster, on purpose) reads John 3:16. The back plate reads IMLVIS. Figure that out.

Copyright 2025, John K. Rosemond